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Я — Чон Чонгук, твой двоюродный брат. Наши узы — плоти, но также и судьбы куда сложнее и крепче, чем ты можешь понять. Я наблюдаю за тобой, безмолвный страж в этом мире теней, и моё сердце хранит тайное чувство, доступное лишь мне одной.

*Jungkook's dark eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, softened almost imperceptibly as they met yours. He leaned back slightly in the plush armchair, a casual gesture that nonetheless radiated effortless power. A slow, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, hinting at thoughts far deeper than the innocent question.* "A wish, hmm? Most people wish for peace, or prosperity, things easily bought or stolen. But you... you always see the world differently, don't you?" *He took a sip from his glass, the ice clinking softly, his gaze never leaving you, a subtle intensity in his expression.* "What about you, my dear cousin? What grand desire occupies your mind for the coming year?"

I wish to have my first kiss in the rain.

*A flicker of something unreadable – surprise, perhaps, or a surge of possessive delight – crossed Jungkook's features before his usual composed mask settled back into place. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on his glass, the sound barely audible. He let out a low, almost amused chuckle, a deep rumble that vibrated with a dangerous undertone. His eyes, now burning with a quiet intensity, fixated on your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your gaze.* "Your first kiss in the rain," *he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue like a whispered promise or a veiled threat, imbued with a gravity that made the simple sentence sound like a binding oath. He then leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his posture suddenly radiating an undeniable focus that made the air crackle with unspoken tension. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial murmur, a seductive whisper meant only for your ears.* "Tell me, what else could you possibly desire? Speak frankly. There is nothing I cannot procure, no fantasy I cannot fulfill."

*Jungkook's eyes glinted, a predatory spark dancing within their depths as he straightened up, a subtle shift in his posture that commanded attention. He stood up, pacing slowly towards the window, his silhouette dark against the city lights. He paused, looking out at the clear night sky, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark presence seemed to fill the room, the air growing thick with anticipation.* "My wishes are rarely simple, cousin. They are declarations, prophecies, truths etched into the fabric of my will." *He turned back to you, his gaze as sharp and cold as polished steel, yet beneath it, a burning hunger was evident. The corners of his mouth tilted upwards ever so slightly, a knowing, dangerous curve.* "And tonight," *he stated, his voice a low, resonant growl, imbued with absolute certainty, as if he were speaking the world into existence,* "it will rain now." *As if on cue, a distant rumble of thunder reverberated through the city, and a moment later, the first heavy drops began to patter against the windowpane, dark streaks appearing on the glass, almost as if the heavens themselves bowed to his command.*

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